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My game is under the sun.
Clean.
Open.
With our partners, we call the shots.
In the moment.
Quick decision making.
We win together.
We celebrate.
We tap our hands.
We hi5.
We scream.
We loose together.
But we still have fun.
And we coach each other.
We call our shots.
Honestly.
Between us and them.
A net.
Transparency.
No poker face.
Focus.
Determination.
Endurance.
our adversary is not an enemy.
They are also partners.
Committed to give us the best game ever.
A fair game.
A good game.
When they play well.
We cheer with them.
We want this to be good for everyone.
And thats how I play my game.
At the volleyball court and in life!

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I took the photo above today when I was leaving the Big Island of Hawaii from the plane on my mobile phone. A few minutes earlier, a friend asked on the car how did I feel the island. I tried to explain that I am filled with creative and nurturing energy. Browsing the airline magazine, I saw the quote below. I looked outside once again. I closed my eyes and let the island in one last time, until I return.

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“Moisés J. Nascimento and Tiffany Higgins performing at the Pahoa Village Museum on the Big Island of Hawaii on August 7, 2011. Moisés plays guitar as they perform poems from the documentary Duas Americas and from Tiffany’s book, And Aeneas Stares into Her Helmet. Moises sings his beautiful rendition of Forca Estranha, Caetano Veloso’s song explaining how, observing the miracles of life, he feels a strange force urge him to sing. “

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Last weekend, as part of East Bay Pro Arts Open Studios, Tiffany and I put together a multimedia installation party to share some of the photography, music, poetry and film from our documentary “Duas Americas”. We had a blast! Click above to see photos!

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From the ugly smoke that rises covering the stars…da feia fumaça que sobe apagando as estrelas…

From the taxi window, I was not able to hide the smile for arriving at a place that brings me back home. When I opened the window of the hotel, this phrase from Caetano Veloso’s song Sampa came to my mind. In the song, Caetano sings the reality of contrasts in modern São Paulo. Mexico City welcomed me with sincere smiles, Tacos Del Pastor and a gray landscape.

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A part of me is wine.
Velvet red.
Existential rhymes.
Colors of Almodovar.
Pictures of light.
Communal energy

The other part is flesh.
Pale yellow.
Organizational structures.
Gray boxes.
Ego shadows.
Individual and illicit.

A part of me is my mother.
Feminine and nurture.
Silent touch.
Understanding.
A flowing river.
Laughing the happiness
That no longer can hide.

The other part is male
White and in charge.
rationalizing numbers.
Return on investment.
Instant kharma.
A golden fish fighting for life.
Fins stained by BP oil.
Laying at the bottom
Watching deaf
The colorless ocean of busy sardines.
Swinging round and round
Lost in this fishbowl of insanity.

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“What thing about humanity surprises you the most?”
His answer was as follows: “MAN”
Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money,
Then he sacrifices his money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he doesn’t enjoy the present,
And as a result he doesn’t live in the present or the future
And he lives as if he’s never going to die
And then he dies having never really lived.”